"We're both lucky. You're lucky you lived; I'm lucky a wayward blow to the skull knocked magic out of me. We're lucky we found each other in our strange and fucked up lives when we did." That's getting borderline schmoopy for him. "You're lucky you're cute."
There is where Phil feels a pang because he can't lean across the table and kiss Clint. The moment is soft and sweet. It's the perfect time for it but he will respect Clint's boundaries.
"I'm fucking adorable," Phil says in the most dry and bored tone he can manage.
That gets Clint to bark out laughter, having to cover his face until the peels die down. Not quite to tears, but near enough when he still has to stifle a few giggles by the end. This, this is what he needed beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Needs more than that, frankly, but he can tamp down on the aching desire in his chest for now. He can see a hint of the same reflected in Phil, much as he might try to hide it. They'll get there, to the moments of tenderness they used to have. He hopes.
"You are. And I'll get to kiss that fucking adorable face again."
Phil sips his wine smiling to himself. Clint's really attractive when he laughs like that. Even more attractive when he laughs like that because of Phil's jokes. He is pretty content with this even though he doesn't get the kiss.
"You will," he agrees after he sets down his wine. "Because I'll be right here when you're ready for that."
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"I'm fucking adorable," Phil says in the most dry and bored tone he can manage.
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Needs more than that, frankly, but he can tamp down on the aching desire in his chest for now. He can see a hint of the same reflected in Phil, much as he might try to hide it. They'll get there, to the moments of tenderness they used to have. He hopes.
"You are. And I'll get to kiss that fucking adorable face again."
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"You will," he agrees after he sets down his wine. "Because I'll be right here when you're ready for that."
It's a promise that Phil's not going anywhere.